Peace Talks Between Both Sides

Sky City.

The grand Divine Kingdom War had come to an end, and all manner of strange phenomena had vanished.

Beneath the azure sky, only the colossal Sky City still stood proudly, unmoving as a mountain.

Inside the ancient and mysterious hall, Roland sat in the center, with Reff, Puvela, and many other high-ranking experts standing behind him.

Before him stood only Zarick and Durontan, both having restrained their massive bodies and assumed normal human forms.

Compared to the smiling Zarick, Durontan's expression was incomparably grim. His eyes were filled with reluctance. The successive disastrous reports had left his aura somewhat weakened, and none of his former dominance and might remained.

Seeing that neither Roland nor Zarick intended to speak, Durontan felt a trace of frustration rise within him.

But when he thought of the central army camp being breached, and the Sacred Co-Prosperity Kingdom's main force, now free of restraint, sweeping through the Orc army at will—

And that over a thousand Behemoth elites were trapped in Samog City, at risk of annihilation at any moment, Durontan finally could not endure it any longer and was the first to break the silence.

"Roland, let this war end here."

"Fine."

Durontan froze. He had not expected Roland to agree so readily, but before he could rejoice, the other man's next words instantly filled him with rage.

"The war may end, but afterward, the Beastkin Empire must withdraw completely from the Northern Great Plains."

"Impossible!"

Durontan immediately let out a roar. His fierce aura erupted once more, and boundless pressure filled the hall.

"Durontan, if you cannot remain calm, then there is no need to continue these talks."

Flames rose in Zarick's eyes, and a terrifying presence erupted from his body, firmly shielding Roland and the others from any threat posed